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In the light of the black candles...

Through those old massive walls

A shattering mourning

As the light of black candles

Pierce this endless louring

In a morbid century of despair

Buried since eons by nobody known

To rest forever in my last cold crypt

Awaked by the dance of the December moon

Hide from the sun of mourning

The only thing that is released

In the deep of Transylvania

From a curse of a morbid century

I've been waiting those endless black years

Finally the fog is my mantle

To cover me from seeking daylight

To fly with the ravens cry

I'm hunting to torture humanity

See your melancholic dreams of mystic Transylvania become reality

Cured for centuries ago

So lordly but cold my pale shell

To feel immortal in this cold body

I'm worship with witches spell

My beautiful dark realm

Immuned by a call of the witch

So no human eye will ever see

Like the sun on my dead eyes upon me

Hide from the sun of mourning

The only thing that is released

In the deep of Transylvania

From a curse of a morbid century